More by K. Houseman

And it's back! *happiness* Again, this was inspired by a car driving alongside mine. In it were a man and a young girl, her hands folded on a white pillow. I couldn't help but wonder, 'where are they going?' Thus, Wish Child.

This is the creed of a race of people who walk among us, silent and ever watchful. They are ignored and overlooked, and sometimes, perhaps even often, forgotten. They, however, forget nothing. They may someday repay those who have neglected them. They know things...